Tag Archives: Poetry

Lingo of Life…

Living any life with too much down, worry, fear, or stress. Well that’s definitely going to cause a lot of distress. Though that’s not for the part of soul imprint that we leave to impress. đŸ‘£ To overcome obstacles practical and through mystery. Making the best and worst days of our personal lives into everydayContinue reading “Lingo of Life…”

Living To Love

Musing faraway rapt, to reckon with now. Pondering ceaselessly with no avail. Constant brainstorming to fing out how. It will always be so. For it’s how we grow. Love is future, pain is the past. Hence why pain shouldn’t constantly last. Hope is dangerous because of the expectation value concept. Searching for something with moreContinue reading “Living To Love”

Universality 2D Concept

Occasionally down, brittle, or torn. Even sometimes scattered, yet always born. Taken straight from the Stars of the Sky. All to create Man, Woman, Child within the human eye. To continue on living the day today. Only to do it again in another way. Doing things, this and that, what one personally considers their best.Continue reading “Universality 2D Concept”

The Dimensional Rap

When it truly begins, we think again. Not remembering, aware of a why or when. Simply accepting that there has been, a place that we’ve known and somehow brought in. We brought it into our Lives; Minds, Bodies, and Souls. As we did this we took on different roles. Asking for a grand masquerade. TheContinue reading “The Dimensional Rap”

The Waking Dream

Those who call upon on a name, do this not in vein. For not all must not be slain, because a source of pain. Any guilty pleasure should not overrule this measure. Success and adventure do not come as a type of tenure. Rather a path that lasts, defying all past or future to come.Continue reading “The Waking Dream”

Memories of a Pandemic Summer…

Ended an outdated, frail tossed aside Jon. That role can actually be worse than really being gone. Over the 2nd class treatment especially if viewed as a child. Tired of that causing things to get wild. It becomes exactly what comes back in return. 2nd class logic and childish acts, a language that can burn.Continue reading “Memories of a Pandemic Summer…”

Common Sense…

What exactly is common sense? It is technically defined as a good sense and sound judgment in practical matters. Technically, the trickiest kind of yes. This perception comes in where the reality changes. The meaning of common sense begins to change. It becomes based on a social norm standard rather an individual reality. Lines andContinue reading “Common Sense…”

Desire to Live

If your desire to live is slim. You’ll live your life on a wim. Take each day and hold it anew. That’s what humans are supposed to do. Time is a river sometimes it rushes, but it always flows. Resulting in various things we come to know. Don’t take that for granted or live withContinue reading “Desire to Live”

The Love Madness

Urban decay among natural beauty. Trauma that brings change. The struggle that comes with survival. Two in a tremendous struggle. One finding themselves even more different then they ever knew or could have believed. The other struggles to maintain the world around them, embracing every change only to find the problem never dissolves… Disaster happens,Continue reading “The Love Madness”

Sunrise to Sunset

During a bright yellow Sunrise a blue flower blossoms open. A man in a cowboy hat and dirty denim jacket bends to smell it. As he stands back up he stretches, breathing in deep the cool Spring Sunrise before taking a big sip of his daily cup of joe. He sits having his morning swingContinue reading “Sunrise to Sunset”

Electric Icarus Flow Radio

The newest Pandora station for The Electric Icarus Project. Radio with an atmosphere allowing the mind to Flow… https://pandora.app.link/mPdNnetuepb

The Internal Tools of Life

Time and events being continuity for us. Experience and feeling that is a plus. Thoughts control our every moment in the now. We use these said tools to figure things out somehow. The ways to make it through each day. Looking for the expression known as being happy. Another thing we can actually control. ForContinue reading “The Internal Tools of Life”

Blastoff…

The change happens quick. Back and forth like a limerick. As music and rhyme combine. Melodies flow, fast and slow. Soothsaying to the largest degree. Even if the voice moves at spitfire speeds. A new way to hear. A new way to think. With every breaking swoon and ache. In a whirlwind of ways. FloatingContinue reading “Blastoff…”

Celestial Ghost Algorithms

Written in stone long ago. Even Mayans tried to show it so. The satellites that naturally circle. Ones before satellites embedded with gold and purple. They bear messages of any new dawn. Sending in a code for man to spawn. Worlds, ideas, plans of sorts. To further holding down those mankind forts. This game isContinue reading “Celestial Ghost Algorithms”

Pattern Sequence of Life

The sequence of consequence, a wild way to predict future events. Without a thought of the glimpse. Of what is done within a wince. Forethought coming after, once on the fence. Knowing only in the past tense. A nature of being afraid, predictably people weave this braid. Unsure how long they’ve stayed. In that worrisomeContinue reading “Pattern Sequence of Life”

Dreams of Labyrinth Proportions…

There is definitely a pattern of sorts. This is an equal amount of Chaos to oppose the balancing force. When prana is the breath of life. And the conduit is you. One becomes the vessel. That’s what us humans do. Being the definitive magical working time machine. Whether wide awake or deep in a dream.

Pattern of Chaos

The dogma of both materialism and mechanism furmulate synchronicity. This can be seen as a way to refine the concept of material cause and effect, in order to explain things that don’t make sense within a strictly mechanistic world view. Like the crossing threads in a woven fabric, synchronicity and causality interact constantly, with chainsContinue reading “Pattern of Chaos”

Venn Diagram of The Shadows…

Hypnogogic, death embraced logic. A spill not forgotten. A mess tarnished and hardened. One too many shadows to clean at the garden’s. Not necessarily what people want to do. Still are too fickle, this part is true. And in human nature the easiest is pursued. Yet with chaos comes creation. A mothering sense of elimination.Continue reading “Venn Diagram of The Shadows…”

Babylonian Epochs {Electric Icarus Project Collaboration Playlist}

Latest playlist collaborative effort for the Electric Icarus Project. Very ambient, hope you contribute and enjoy!

Beating Sun of a hot cicada Summer…

It was a hot cicada Summer. He walked the streets among many. His life feeling much like a bummer. It took time but he realized. Life can be great despite circumstances and consequence. This year now seen with his own eyes. To come back a better man. Having done everything you needed to do. FiguringContinue reading “Beating Sun of a hot cicada Summer…”

Beautiful Life

An ode’ to the living… There is a crossroads, in the mind.This place is actually hard to find.Unsure if it was a left or a right.One will search for crossroads night after night.Until a day comes to slow the ride.The day one notices there is no crossroads to hide.There stuck you see “This crossroad wasContinue reading “Beautiful Life”

Interactive Magazine

A monolith of various form. From the abysmal mind was born. To weave tales of history, mixed with lies. Places where lost treasure may actually hide. To spoil attention at its finest endeavor. Rather odd to have this powerful tether. We don’t bow down to worship thee. Rather we carry you personally. Most attempt toContinue reading “Interactive Magazine”

2020 Summer of Tough

The schism that divides us must fall.For indeed it will concur all. Malice petty, enormous, or nigh. Without companionship we will die. For it’s not only about the ones we love. It resides in more than something above. It is always here and now. People just don’t realize when or how. A place where pastContinue reading “2020 Summer of Tough”

Reviews In History

Found this in my memories from a year ago. A rough day in 2020… Blank it, wipe it clean. That drunkard dream of what it seemed. Eyes stare into the distance. See no hope for resistance. The entire species lost its mind. But not of the insane kind. That would require some kind of repeat.Continue reading “Reviews In History”

A Hymn For Salvidor Dali

Pacifico used for; Disenchantment Bay, The Hubbard Glacier, & Hurricane Adrian… Departure: May 21st 2005Port: Seattle, Washington.~ MS Oosterdam ~ The one time I went West. I went about as far Northwest as a traveler can go… To get there, that was damn near a tragedy though. Hurricane Adrian rolled the seas. I remember windsContinue reading “A Hymn For Salvidor Dali”

High and Low, Life Climbing…

Living life is important, remember to have some fun. The special part isn’t just what we become. It’s the journey there too, the one before we’re finally done. Though we do live each individual day under a revolving Sun. Our minds reside 2 decades into the past, like the future visiting 2001. Anything before thenContinue reading “High and Low, Life Climbing…”

Electric Icarus Project ~ Triggers (Playlist Series)

Triggers come in many shapes and various forms. What I aim to create here is a playlist series that is public and collaborative. Making a series of ever growing playlists that help inspire certain thought and emotion. ‘Triggers’ is the first in this series. That’s a pretty broad category. By all means if it’s anContinue reading “Electric Icarus Project ~ Triggers (Playlist Series)”

The 5 Caves of Life…

Stares at back of hand. Flips Hand Over… The sojourner, Shamen of Foresight and Empowerment. Shadowed by The Dancer of Life. Followed by The Ancestor of Tribes, family, and other fellow kin. That is how to start this tale. So that is where it will begin. Midworld, the Palm. 5 caves each… Always a wayContinue reading “The 5 Caves of Life…”

Tales of Moths

Pure daylight, closest to Noon I would say. Upon the entrance lay the moth; black, white, and grey. I finished the cleanse, blew out the candle with no delay. For I had decided my work done for today. Once finished I would declare all I could to need to say. Taking out the remainder ofContinue reading “Tales of Moths”

Way of the Ancient Triad

When all had begun there was Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus. These all being important parts life would supply for us. Chaos to help everything begin and create. Whether big, small, mundane, bad, and even great. Gaia being the place to be, stay, and call our home. Supplying a life to live with experience when weContinue reading “Way of the Ancient Triad”

The Planet Namesake

In a not too distant beginning there was a boy named Saturn. He looked up, and said this area’s the name I have learned. I’ll take that as the name I’ve earned. Later in life he says, “You Jupiter my Son! This area will be the namesake you have won.” Jupiter grew up to haveContinue reading “The Planet Namesake”

Sound of the Wheel of Return…

The endless wheel of return. Karma to some, the long awaited patience earned. For deeds done both right and wrong. That being the tuning for each individual song. Something beautiful, or occasionally wrath. All depending on how someone decided to take a path. Things will be gained and lost too. That which is the paymentContinue reading “Sound of the Wheel of Return…”

The Melting Shade of Moonlight

A kingdom where Luna can bless us with her grace. Regardless of any human mistakes. There to remind us we are not a disgrace. Sol to remind us of the day to day. The more ordinary life, so to say. An ethical mundane routine, until we grow grey. Still equally import, simply another way. SomethingContinue reading “The Melting Shade of Moonlight”